back to sanity

This did not qualify as work, but it did not feel like a vacation either. It was an exploration.

We had dinner with friends.


We played with their kids.


We drove everywhere.


New Jersey lived up to its name of Garden State. Between one six-lane highway and the next we found a stripe of green.


New York was cool, crowded, vibrant, frenetic, glamorous, and overrated.

I photographed the Puerto Rican Day Parade,


the rain in Bryant Park,


the building where I used to work,

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and Manhattan hanging on to its cell phone.








The best part about New York is the food.













In spite or because of exuberant dinners and such luscious desserts as banana fried cheese cake with caramel sauce, I dragged myself twice to the pool, a brief and steamy affair that can hardly qualify as cross-training. But I put in a 16-miler before we left, and now that we are back to normalcy it's time for running again.